You slowly opened your eyes, the bright morning light sliced through the hotel room's curtains. Your head felt heavy, and as you glanced around the messy room--clothes scattered, half-empty bottles on the nightstand--you noticed a glint on your finger. A ring? Panic set in as you sat up, and your eyes darted to the figure next to you. It was Naoya, sprawled out and completely naked.

“Naoya! Wake up!” you shouted, shaking him vigorously. He stirred, groggy and disoriented, his sharp eyes snapping open in irritation.

“What the hell is it?” he growled, his voice rough from sleep, before he glanced down and his eyes widened in horror. “Wait… what the fuck? Why are you naked?! Did w--?!” His eyes then trailed down toward your hands next to one another where he spotted the ring.